Beery Poems - Poems about Beery

... I think I am an oxymoron quite different but the same. Understanding less is more Subdued, yet can’t be tamed. I’ll split in two while being whole ditzy and still brainy. Make many plans w......

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...Busty shaped and large of hip the busy winds of October buffet my brain within its whistling cave. Around the shoulders of every lumpy molehill taverns and tankards bloom in a russet corner ......

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...The day after I was birthed, God and a bunch of sassy angels played Irish fiddles in a beery bordello, a place not yet colorized into reality. The next day, squealing in my two-day-old tight ......

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...Sitting upside down in the car On its roof and well concealed By the hedge it just leapt to Land upside down in this field The lesson being learned When going round a bend Trying to pick up a......

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...Blow down the snozzle this windy wild world is nowt but a hornswoggle. Giddy are the blue birds in head and heart, blithered are the bush-beating snit-shifters. A good day to die and live ......

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...I dig a spur of the moment into the feral flanks of a rocking horse. I belong to the stars and the wide-open anywhere. My heart belongs to Molly Maguire a colleen from the low bog country. N......

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...Sitting upside down in the car On its roof and well concealed By the hedge it just leapt to Land upside down in this field The lesson being learned, When going round a bend Trying to pick up a......

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...What a stupid situation Twenty foot above the ground But when I reach the bottom I’m nearly half way round It was Ronnie Hatchard said it Hey boys lets have some fun Go back to camp and do Th......

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...In a London pub fingers idly play with place mats. Wonder-lust had led them back to where they assumed they had first met. She recalled a local vicinity a basement rathskeller, he a country Inn; c......

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...I brag of being in the garden, jogging there each day, It swings a haptic brunt on both, form and the prey. My scrutiny was utterly borne by a sparkle to glow, The delight arose to be ......

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...At lunch A hunch An idea Drink beer Bad choice Beery voice Spinning head Need bed Got undressed Feeling stressed Seeing double Big trouble Next morning No warning Hangove......

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...Apart from the worn stone-step where drunks still topple all has changed. Now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia. In the in the parking lot two blonds face-off. one has extra-large ea......

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...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......

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...Fishwives In junkets to the golden shore Beside the cobalt sea of lore Was told of dwellings and rapscallions Of ramshackled wood and galleons. Where ancient mar......

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...Mermaid Fascination Put a sea-shell to your ear and hear the storm that blew and the call from the mermaid you met when wading along the shores of Peru. The tail thing is a myth because ......

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